Lyrics:
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
"whatcha doin'?"
He says "I'm just walkin' on down by the pierside."
He says "what's up?"
He says "I gotta gig for ya"
He says "ya gotta gig for me?"
ain't shit over there
See, it don't matter what ya doin' over there
See, we gets it poppin', that's how we do it over here
That's if we toss bottles,
man, hit it like a little man
What you doin' with that?
From the scratch, we can load up the Lac
A 1, we can bring that back from day 1, we get them
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
the mix
Just to keep you in a fix for 1996
Just to do the thangs that I'm normally doin'
It's Snoop Dogg
I'm on the mic and I'm still here pursuin'
I'm
a sucka, metal in the duffel
I'm all about my chips, I gets my ruffles
Joey I got ya, these boyz bluffing
I'm doin' the Hulk Hogan but they ain't sayin'
out what your missing too
What ya on right now
How ya doin right now
Just come through right now
I need you right now
What ya on right now
How ya doin
there 'cause over here, see I'ma show ya how we do
So check it baby
[Chorus 1]
[Busta Rhymes & Missy]
See it don't matter what ya doin over there
little thang
honeys all around
we just doin us
always got a smile
wake on the money
drink some dusse
i do what i want cause its tuesday
(ya)
fuck
Barely a child herself .. now she would mother one
When that had come to past some wondered how she had made it by
Some had bets on the side that she
to get fix, how to get mix
'09 Wop, I was tryna go Wayne
Took a little half, tryna find my brain
One million, two million, what am I saying?
Quarter
Yeah, man
You know it's easy to talk about doin' somethin'
But when it comes down to the action part
The most folks take a little light vacation
I
Hey baby girl wat is ya name
Wanna show u a good time
Kno u tired of fuckin round wit da lames
I kno how to do u right
She shaped lik a stripper she
Girl girl (x8)
[E-40]
I throw the yola in the pot, let it simmer and bathe
Add a little baking soda, make it foam like aftershave
I like to serve my
cigarettes (SLAM!)
A thousand cigarettes up off the floor
Doin push-ups, all that bullshhhh
Yo I`m tryin to (SLAM!)
I just want to give a shout, to all
you how we put it down
They say what the fuck you doin and I dun know
They say how you write your music and I dun know
It just come to me never run
little broads, sayin' you was seen
Wit' little niggaz wit' a chain you was doin' ya thing
How high was I? You the thousandth guy
That came around
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
(Whatcha doin', where ya been, whatcha got goin' on?)
I've got to know
I've got to know
Where I been?
Contemplating how to put paper to pen
Turn
the music is yours
In mid dancin', doin' the biz
What you tell me to do is (down by law)
All you girls, raise the level, shout as loud as you can
gon' swallow my pride
Barbies Anna tryna find love so they follow my ice
Perk and xanax mix wit how i want it down wit my sprite
Boy, I was doin
Hello! Guess who's in the house!
Can it be the L-O-C?
Comin' back at ya again, huh?
Got somebody on my back this time, ha
(I love you) ya ain't gon'
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